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Sorrows may cut and bruse

push your buttons, lite your fuse

cut through flesh and bone too

the organs, until your face is blue

No air from your lungs, your done

Your songs been sung, no tomorrow's sun

Because you gave up, cause ya didn't take up some

Arms, alarms wring, alarming it is to fight a battle that won't be won

As the forces, move forward, and brake down your barricades

You wonder if one should be left in the chamber just in case

They overwhelm, you sweat inside your helm, salt you taste

As beads roll down your face, from this place, you just crave escape

These sorrows are like forces of evil on the offensive

You defend with all your might, that's why I take this pen in

Hand, bust off kablaam, cause I'm always battling somethen in

This place, we can't escape, so I'll fight, and smile with a grin

As I pull the pin and explode like a lyrical grenade

Smoldering rubble and ash settle, the wringing in my ears dissipates

But it's today I can't escape it consumes away

.....Reminding me.....

The concept of me being Homeless afraid that my own quarters will stray

From my hands, just like the money, that I work so hard to hold

Spent on a friends closet, fuck, is this really home?

Is this really life, am I hating what I have, for others own

A better place, better people, futures they haven't blown

I drink to much to numb, my thumb types what I feel

I smoke until I'm dumb, you all must hate my fucking shpeel

Of complaining, of the constant raining, and how I can't deal

With the fact that I'm a fuck up, who chases dreams, he can't make real

These Sorrows cut and bruse

They're pushing my buttons, they've lit my fuse

They've cut through my flesh and bone too

the organs, soon my face'll turn blue

No air reaching my lungs, I'm looking forward to when this is done

When my song is sung, and I see no tomorrow's sun